Looking Down

A poem. Inviting a look into the common, the small, even the mundane, where the abundance of Alive emerges in pure splendour.



I notice that those who walk
Upon this rocky beach
Mostly look down

Not up to the imposing scenery
Of sea and sky and mountain

But down
To the time and surf worn rocks
To a myriad of scuttling and hiding creatures
To varied mysteries washed up as tide and currents halt upon these stones

Perhaps abundance is more intimately encountered
Beneath one’s feet

In vulnerable unnoticed detail